"I don't want it, is this answer satisfactory?" Jasmine Yale said lightly.
"Don't want it? Is it that you don't want it or think it's too little? I can give you as many shares and as much salary as you want." Sylvan Cheney stared at her intently.
Jasmine didn't like his tone at all and replied coldly, "Is it that in your eyes, as long as you give me money, I'm willing to do anything? I don't like your attitude, and stop looking at me that way. I know you look down on me, but don't insult me with money."
"Is there something wrong with your comprehension?" Sylvan couldn't help but yell.
"I don't have a comprehension problem, CEO. Maybe you should reflect on whether there's something wrong with your communication skills!"
"Fine, I won't argue with you. Do what you want. If you don't want to do it, I'll just find someone else!"
"Then go ahead and find someone else." Jasmine's gaze fell outside, and she didn't argue further.
